MY STORY歌詞

作詞 : Michael Goode Jr.
作曲 : Michael Goode Jr.
Hotter than a sauna,got more bucks
Got more white than a bitch named Madonna
Lil' nig',come check my status
Mike ain't never been avarage
I'll make it happen,give me a bag Im'ma pack it
When I get mad,my chain get pissed
When I'm sad,my ears shed tears
Been in the game through years
It's takin' a while,cause' I'm pure
I'm better then them,I'm sick,no cure
Ni***s have no fear,Rick Ross
My pants make me look like a pyromane'
Two bands,it's been two minutes
My music make monеy,slide
When I leavе,bitches go suicide
When I got in the game,I got crucified
I'on take no handouts ni***
Why you got your hand out ni***?
I'm flyer then any bird
You focused on bitches,bruh,get it together
She tryna crease these lemon pepper steppers
Almost put the hoe on a strechin'
Got five missed calls,won't text her
Lil' shawty always been extra
They saw what I drive,no Tesla
I run this gang,come,catch up
Step on summa',ply' that pressure
Ni***s mad,but I can't help em'
Im'ma just tell my story
This D-log,no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Ni***s mad cause' I get money
Leave my house,they tryna' jump me
This no live,this a sad,true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and foul,like Rick And Morty
These ni***s be pocket watchin'
Can't say shit,cause I'm 20 in the 2020
Movin',workin' that Challenger
While your bitch givin' break from the passenger
Ni***s can't keep up with me,unless I let em'
He gon' trust that bitch,unless I tell him
Promise your homie,is not your real homie
You think that's your real homie?
Than go head' and test him
Take her on a trip,put it on her lip
Watch out,young ni***s got drip
I got some babymamas tryna' strip
I got some young ni***s tryna clique
Was homies,now you below me
It's funny,that pussy can make ni***s phoney
It's funny that money can make ni***s homie
Hold on,but like I said the Balen' OG
All of the ni***s got beats,they eat,yeah
Mike Dimes don't doin' no feats
Before one time,I slide G3
Yeah,my whip don't got no keys
Yeah,my bitch ain't got no weed
All my ni***s throw up belt
But this shit no lost,this shit low-key
I get bag,I get it back
I give it back,I give it back
And I won't trip,cause' I'm never lackin'
I get a brick,and I make it a fraction
I get it lit,I'll make it lit
I get it lit,I get a linny'
Ain't no ma' gon' have me slippin'
But this Glock gon' turn to Ricky,that's on god
These ni***s be fraud,these ni***s don't rob
These ni***s be talkin' all that cap
These ni***s be Timmy,these ni***s ain't with it
I send him the addy',he get out the map
I come thru' quick,come thru' quick
You make fans relapse
This Glock my fan,this bitch gon' clap
I feel like Nav,I'm tap,tap,tap
Im'ma just tap
Im'ma just tell my story
This D-log,no man above me
I wake up on bubbly
Ni***s mad cause' I get money
Leave my house,they tryna' jump me
This no live,this a sad,true story
All I do is chase the glory
Me and foul,like Rick And Morty
Gang